Warhammer: From Planetary Governor

Boom——

The blood shadow on the throne suddenly exploded, and several blood whips lashed down fiercely.

The whip carrying the wrath of the Blood God left deep scars on Kabanha's body.

The violent energy contained in it continued to tear the wounds, giving the whipped person extreme torture.

The Khorne demons in the hall trembled and were terrified when they saw this scene.

The whipping of the Blood God was an extremely terrible punishment for the demons, and the victims all wailed and even begged for mercy.

However, the tall figure in the hall endured the whipping, holding his head high and not saying a word.

"Blood God, this is a true warrior!"

The Khorne demons looked at Kabanha's figure who was resisting the whipping, and they couldn't help but admire him.

In fact, Kabanha was also afraid when the blood whip came.

After all, the legendary whipping of the Blood God was extremely terrible, and all the demons who had endured it were in agony.

That was an unbearable nightmare.

Huh? ? ?

But when the blood whip hit his body, Kabanha found that it didn't seem so scary.

Even if he increased the strength, he could bear it.

"Compared to the pain brought by the cursed energy, the whipping is still a little worse..."

Kabanha endured the unbearable pain and thought silently in his heart.

The great Kabanha even withstood the burning of the holy sun, so why was he afraid of this little whipping?

Now, except for the cursed and the despicable demon eater, he is not afraid of anyone, even the blood god on the throne!

Kabanha gritted his teeth and tried not to make any sound, and at this time he couldn't wail like those cowardly demons.

He... Chief Demon Kabanha, never admit defeat!

Kabanha lowered his head slightly to avoid people seeing his face distorted by pain.

He took a deep breath and said loudly:

"Great Blood God, I was attacked by the despicable and cunning demon eater. I failed to achieve better results and I am willing to accept the punishment!"

After that, he silently endured the whipping.

Kabanha was hit by 88 bloody whips full of killing power, and his body was covered with torn wounds.

"Is it over?"

With only half of his life left, he felt his body relax, but it was not enough, not enough to show his bravery!

He could feel that even if there were 88 more bloody whips, he would not be killed.

This... is far from the limit of his chief demon Kabanha!

Kabanha suddenly looked up and looked directly at the blood god:

"Great blood god, I have fully accepted the punishment you have given me. I beg you to give me another 88 bloody whips so that I will remember this defeat.

It is not only a punishment, but also a spur. I swear to you that one day, I will cut off the head of the demon eater and offer it to the skull seat!"

When he said this, his heart couldn't help but twitch, and he silently prayed that he would not meet the demon eater again.

As soon as this was said, the demons were in an uproar, and even the blood shadow on the throne was slightly shaken.

? ? ?

The demons of Khorne couldn't help but take a breath of cold air. There is such a request?

88 blood whips were already terrifying. A demon with poor tolerance might even be beaten to death on the spot.

If it happened again, even the chief demon would find it hard to bear, right?

Besides, it was the first time they had heard of someone actively asking for punishment from the Blood God.

But it had to be said that Kabanha had no other advantages except that he was stubborn and resistant to beatings.

What the demons didn't know was that he had become more resistant after being ravaged by the energy of the cursed.

"Kabanha, remember your oath!"

Khorne was silent for a while before finally speaking. He raised his hand and bestowed 88 more blood whips.

This chief demon really impressed him.

Khorne even had a little concern that the next whipping would kill Kabanha directly.

But he still respected the chief demon and bestowed the whipping.

Kabanha held his demon body and continued to be punished.

The energy created by the 88 whips set off blood flames in the hall.

The violent fluctuations that were enough to tear apart the mountain, even outside the brass fortress, could feel its horror.

In the hall, Angras stared at Kabanha who was still being tortured, and was impressed by the fearless courage of the chief demon.

He originally thought that Kabanha exaggerated the power of the Demon Eater.

However, this was not the case. Kabanha not only did not exaggerate, but was reserved.

The power of the Demon Eater was far more terrifying than the demons imagined.

The two Khorne demons who followed Kabanha to the war were not much weaker than him.

However, they were all annihilated by the burning energy of the cursed.

That means that the demons present, including himself, may not survive such an attack.

But Kabanha survived!

In fact, the demons believed that the punishment given by the Blood God before was severe enough.

The failure of this war was not Kabanha's responsibility.

After all, Kabanha was facing the Demon Eater, or more accurately, he was facing the Cursed!

The demons knew the terrible energy of the Cursed.

Khorne also understood this deeply, after all, he had witnessed the miserable state of that cunning and fickle man.

Therefore, he did not impose a more severe punishment on Kabanha.

Kabanha received the whipping, but his momentum became more and more impressive.

He was defeated and punished, but these are symbols of glory!

After all, he, Kabanha, is one of the only two beings in the galaxy who has endured the energy of the cursed and is still alive.

The other is the Blood God's mortal enemy - the Lord of Change!

Moreover, he endured the burning of the cursed energy not once, but twice.

Honor in defeat.

Win!

Moreover, according to the latest information, the Lord of Change also had a demon who went to Macragge.

Wanted to take the opportunity to launch a sneak attack.

But the demon fled without a fight after his eyes were burned by the energy ball of the cursed.

In this comparison, Kabanha not only withstood the attack of the cursed energy, but also died heroically.

Win in win!

After 88 blood whips, the Blood God let the dying chief demon go back to recover from his injuries.

Although Kabanha was seriously injured, he did not lose his momentum and turned around to look down on the demons.

He went crazy!

At this moment, the chief demon looked at everyone as if they were selling their heads.

Kabanha forced himself to walk out of the hall, and the demons retreated and made way for him.

Under the awe-inspiring eyes of the demons, he slowly walked out of the hall.

His huge figure, like an indomitable warrior, was deeply imprinted in the hearts of every spectator.

After the Battle of Macragge, the Devourer of Demons completely became a terrifying existence in the Warp.

And the only powerful demon who fought with it several times, Kabanha, also left a great reputation.

In the Brass Hall, the blood shadow was silent.

The return of the Primarch, the increasingly powerful Favored of the Damned, their appearance has brought new changes to the situation in the Warp and the Galaxy.

They affect the spread of killing and must be executed.

The plan to deal with the Primarch is already underway.

What is more troublesome is the Devourer of Demons, whose essence is under the protection of the Damned.

Only by finding his true body in the real universe can he be destroyed.

He has decided that when the trace of the Devourer of Demons is found, he will give Kabanha more powerful power and order him to solve it.

As a blood god, his patience is limited.

That will be Kabanha's last chance.

He is even ready to take action himself, even if it requires a huge price.

...

Macragge.

Chapter Master's Sanctuary.

Robert Guilliman sat back on the throne heavily.

A moment ago, he dismissed all the attendants and advisors, and even the Ultramarines were ordered to wait outside.

Finally, after a sigh of relief.

The Primarch took off his stern mask, revealing a trace of sadness and pain.

Not long ago, he talked with the Living Saint, the Great Sage, Evelan and others, as well as the commanders of the Ultramarines one by one.

During this period, Guilliman used every bit of the politician's affinity and cunning to create a friendly atmosphere and get the other party to tell more information.

At the same time, he perfectly concealed his emotional fluctuations caused by those words.

Although he remained calm, every reply was like a cannonball hitting his chest.

The current situation of the Empire hit the Primarch.

Confusion and fear made him unable to breathe, and grief and pain made him unable to control himself.

On the throne, Guilliman covered his face and groaned, and the Armor of Destiny made an unbearable buzzing due to this action.

Ten thousand years have passed.

But in his feeling, he just slept and woke up the next day.

Then the empire fell.

"Look at them, what they have become, and we are the same, blindly believing, ignorant, and corrupt.

All of this is done in the name of a god..."

Guilliman sighed: "What's more ironic is that the 'god' hates this title!"

Guilliman stood up from the throne and paced in the sanctuary.

His eyes swept over the collections in the sanctuary.

On the wall, there were battle flags hanging, each of which was as high as an Imperial Knight, and the carefully woven cloth depicted the glorious achievements of the Ultramarines.

Killing aliens, executing heretics, saving worlds, and destroying planets.

The pictures depicted on the flags showed the past glory of the regiment, with the Imperial Sky Eagle and emblem clearly visible on them.

Guilliman looked at the other wall and saw something very familiar.

The book enshrined in front of him was the Codex Astartes, which he had written and is still in use today.

Then he fell into a deep silence.

The Primarch felt that he had done something extremely stupid and was ashamed of it.

Why not burn it?

After hesitating for a moment, he still didn't do it.

The Primarch continued to move forward until he reached the end of the sanctuary.

There, he saw a hanging statue, in which there was a being shrouded in a halo and sitting on the throne - the Emperor.

"We failed, father!"

Guilliman's words were full of fatigue and grief: "You failed your sons, and we failed you.

Our arrogance and vanity created the present empire, and we failed humanity...

Didn't Horus declare that you intended to ascend to God and use this as an excuse to launch a rebellion?

And now the fall of the empire, won't it cause him to laugh at it?"

Anger surged into the Primarch's heart, and for a moment, he wanted to smash all these ridiculous things.

But he couldn't, and he didn't dare.

Otherwise, the unfamiliar faces in the Chapter would see through his disguise.

Guilliman painfully realized that he had become the last banner of the Empire and that humanity had entered a dark and desperate era.

The only thing he can do is to always show his indestructible power and give the power of human souls.

Reinvigorate humanity.

The Primarch gazed through the stained glass windows at the war-torn Fortress of Hera, where engineering teams were busy repairing the damage caused by the war.

Ultramarines proudly stand on the city walls.

They were children of this dark age, a life filled with nothing but hardship, misery, and endless war.

Despite this, they continued to fight unyieldingly.

Looking at these children, Guilliman murmured: "Hope still exists..."

He had witnessed the endless potential of human beings, and now he learned that even more powerful warriors had been developed in the Great Sage's research institute.

All this convinced him that the empire still had hope of rising from the ashes.

"All this suffering should not be the fate of human beings. Human beings have done nothing wrong."

Guilliman's tone was full of anger: "The culprits are the scions of Chaos and the traitors who betrayed humanity. They should bear the wrath of humanity!"

He locked all the sadness and despair deep in his heart, and a new emotion quietly grew, that was - righteous fury!

A powerful weapon.

The Primarch stood firm in faith.

He will wage a vengeance until every enemy of his empire pays for their sins!

This is not an easy task and he needs more help.

Soon, Guilliman summoned the Great Sage, Saint Celestine and others, and pulled them into his revenge team.

He thought again of the Demon Eater, the being who could use mysterious energy.

Although the Living Saint claims that it is the divine power that belongs to his father.

But Guilliman was doubtful, and he could not yet accept that his father would be a real god.

How ridiculous that would be.

Guilliman had some doubts whether the Demon Eater was his father's other sons, the two lost Primarchs.

He thought for a while and gave up the idea.

Because he didn't feel the aura belonging to the original body on the other party.

Guilliman found Calgar and issued new orders for the Ultramarines to search for traces of the Demon Eater.

At the same time, he learned from Calgar that the Demon Eater's army took advantage of the chaos and stole a lot of things.

Including the precious weapons in the Sword Hall.

Guilliman was not too angry about this.

Although the Demon Eater's actions are somewhat heretical, they can be corrected.

Just like a rebellious child, a good beating will always bring him back to the right path.

The original body has decided that after finding traces of the Demon Eater, he will personally 'capture' him...

——

Within the network channel.

Ah sneeze!

Ron sneezed several times in a row: "Who is thinking about me? It can't be an enemy, right?"

Thinking of this, he couldn't help but shudder.

The great savior was a little panicked.

Theoretically speaking, there should be quite a lot of people who care about him.

Not long ago, he delivered a "nuclear bomb" to the Chaos Space Marines and Khorne Daemons on Macragge.

It was great, but I got into trouble with two galactic bosses - the Chaos God Khorne and the Despoiler Abaddon.

Now, he does not have the large sacred ashes bullet in his hand and is in a relatively weak stage.

If someone comes to your door, you'll be out of luck.

In fact, Khorne is okay, that guy can't easily appear in the real universe, and those demons also need rituals to come.

At least it can be prevented and controlled, just pay attention to cleaning up the erosion of chaos.

But Abaddon is in the real universe and has hundreds of thousands of Chaos Space Marines at his disposal.

You can easily overthrow the Gori Star District.

Of course, he went out wearing a vest this time, and he was hiding in the dark side of the empire, so it shouldn't be that easy to find.

But this doesn't mean that he is safe.

Ron could feel that with Guilliman's resurgence, the subspace had become a mess.

The great rift began to expand, and the real universe was further torn apart.

That means that there will be more wars in the future, and the attacks of aliens and heretics will become more fierce.

Countless worlds will perish in darkness, unable to wait for the arrival of light.

This time out, Ron saw the differences between the star regions.

Those large war weapons, such as Titans, Dreadnoughts, Terminator Armor, Melta Weapons, etc.

It made him drool.

The current strength of the Goli Sector is still too weak.

If the territory faced the crisis that Ultramar encountered this time, it would be destroyed in an instant.

Even if he has the Holy Ashes Bomb, it will be useless because the enemy attacks all the planets at the same time.

He couldn't solve it at all.

When those planets are destroyed one by one, the humans on the planets are corroded or die, and they can no longer provide new faith power.

Then this is the end of his role as the savior.

Therefore, Ron must develop the star sector, cultivate more powerful warriors, and create more war weapons.

Only then can you have the power to protect yourself!

Unfortunately, the territory currently lacks the technology for high-end war weapons and equipment.

Fortunately, this battle of Macragge was not without gains.

Ron asked the heavily armored chicken thieves and the greenskins to pick up a few things.

For the sake of Lao Ji, I have spent a lot of money to save a little bit. Lao Ji shouldn’t blame me, right?

Ron came to the heavily armored chicken thieves and the greenskins:

"Hurry up and hand over the trophies one by one to see if there is anything good!"